Release That Witch

"I understand," said Roland, lifting her up by her waist and gently putting her on the bed. However, such simple action had made him breathless. He uncovered the thin blanket and turned into the bed while Anna moved closer to him from the side and rested her head on his arm.     

Should the next step be... foreplay?     

He noticed that himself was getting nervous as well. "It can't go on like this. As someone "experienced", I can't possibly make a fool of myself in front of the lady. It may be necessary to ease the atmosphere with some simple chit-chatting before taking action, such as... telling a dirty joke?"     

When he was contemplating hard, Anna softly said, "Had you thought that you may be killed when you pushed me away on the hot air balloon?"     

Roland startled as he did not expect Anna to ask this question. "I just subconsciously did it."     

"You're the ruler of the Kingdom of Graycastle and the witches' hope," she whispered, "I'm not worth it."     

"It's not about your worthiness," Roland said with a light chuckle, "I couldn't simply sit there and watch you being attacked. In fact, I thought it over again after I woke up. Even if I had time to think about it before I did it, I'll still do the same if things did not happen so suddenly."     

"I can't stop you, can I?"     

"Well, no." Roland pinched her nose with his other hand.     

Anna's eyelashes drooped down and she was quiet for a moment before saying. "Can you tell me about your past... I want to know more about you."     

"Well, the past?" Roland exhaled. He searched the memory of Prince Roland but he stopped when he was about to tell a few funny stories in the palace. His past did not belong here but another completely different world. "I used to live in a big city and it was really, really big."     

"Yeah, the Kingdom of Graycastle is many times bigger than Border Town."     

"I was not different from the common people, witty but not very smart. I was always praised by the teacher because I was studying really hard, however, he didn't know that the stubborn doodles on the wall were painted by me."     

"Of course, he didn't dare to blame you," Anna softly whispered.     

"Haha, not really, he didn't need to do anything to me as long as he told my parents." Roland shook his head with a smile. "They showed no mercy when they were punishing me back then."     

"After that, my teacher kept changing as I grew older from elementary teacher to mentor, and I finally completed all my studies with neither good nor bad grades. Of course, after all, I was always a bit worse than the other kids..."     

He was slowly telling his experience after slight rendering it with his eyes half-closed as it had been a long time since he experienced such an open and unbridled communication. He had been playing Prince Roland's role since he came here, and he felt that he had returned to the past at this moment as if he was lying in a classical hotel with the girl he liked, sharing about their daily life and he felt gradually relaxed.     

Maybe it's time for the next step?     

Roland slightly turned his head but he found that Anna had closed her eyes while her chest that was rested on his side body was undulating like a cat that fell asleep.     

He was surprised and then he could not help softly chuckling.     

"I see... She was tired."     

Thinking about it, the witches were curling up to hide in a small cave in the mountains and they had to always beware of the wild beasts and demons attack that they almost did not sleep for an entire night. Furthermore, they had to continue rising Cloud Glazer up at the dawn to return to Border Town. Anna had spent an entire night looking after him in his bedroom after they returned. Of course, she was tired now as all the exhaustion easily erupted under such restless circumstances since she had not taken rest for two days and two nights.     

Perhaps her decision was also made in an anxious waiting.     

Although he felt a little unfortunate, Roland did not really care about that as they still had a long way to go.     

He leaned forward to kiss Anna's long eyelashes and softly said, "Goodnight."     

***************     

When the morning light shone through the crack of the curtain into the room, Sylvie got up from the big bed and yawned a few times.     

The experience these few days was like an unbelievable dream since they were being discovered by the demon to the air battle and finally escaped and returned to Border Town. She felt that it would not be as nervous and exhausted even if they were chased by the Judgement Army from the church."     

"Good morning." Wendy had already changed and she was about to wash up with a bowl of water in her hands.     

"Good morning." Sylvie nodded. "You wake up really early."     

"I'm old," Wendy smiled. "The sleeping time is getting shorter as well."     

"Ah... it's already dawn?" Nightingale rubbed her eyes. "It seemed I'll need to make up with an afternoon nap."     

"You didn't sleep well last night?"     

"Well, I dreamt a lot."     

Sylvie disapprovingly curled her lips as she clearly saw Nightingale went invisible and headed to the third floor of the castle, wondering in front of Roland's room for a long time. Although Sylvie did not know what she was doing due to Nightingale's special ability, she came back very late at night anyway. "Last night, didn't you..."     

Nightingale suddenly turned around and stared at Sylvie who was just about to speak. Her squinting eyes were self-evident and Sylvie quickly stopped. The strength of the number one combat witch in the Witch Cooperation Association was obvious, and the scene of her killing the demon in the air like a fleeting ghost was still vivid in Sylvie's mind. Lady Ashes would not even be her opponent if she was put in Sleeping Island. Sylvie felt she was better not be overly curious with her silent warning.     

"What happened last night?" Wendy curiously asked.     

"Ahem," Sylvie said, "I heard her snoring last night, and it probably because of too much energy consumption these few days."     

"I think so too." Nightingale shrugged and took off her sleeping gown, revealing her well-coordinated body and began to wear the bra given by His Highness.     

Speaking of it, Wendy had completely accepted the bra now and she even had the tendency to recommend it to Sylvie.     

His Highness Roland is really a scary man.     

However, Sylvie felt warm in her heart when she thought of him this time.     

There's really a noble who's willing to be wounded for a witch.     

She was touched when she saw Roland pushed Anna away regardless of his personal safety. The witches in the Witch Cooperation Association was not controlled by him, but his important following, even... companions. His reflected action could not deceive that he was indeed truthfully standing on the witches' side, just like Tilly Wimbledon.     

Roland and Tilly might be able to set up a new kingdom without any distinction between the witches and normal people if they could stand together hand in hand and gather both forces.     

She decided to write a letter to Lady Tilly.     

It's wonderful that Your Highness Roland is your brother.